Little Light Of Mine

When the house grows quiet, and the moonlight finds the window, a small glow dances across the room and your child’s own little light.
This piece was born from that moment I used to hum to my son in the golden hours, when the air still smelled of salt and citrus. The melody carries that hum, the steady rhythm of breath and belonging, reminding every heart, big or small, that its light never fades, even in the dark.